The music in me
At the age of four, I was belting out The Beatles while sitting in the bath tub. With A Little Help From My Friends, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, She’s Leaving Home & A Day In The Life (Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band) were a few of my favorites. At that age I knew and loved almost every Beatles song. I have too many favorites to name them all.
It wasn’t until much later that I realized none of these songs were from my generation. It was then that I wondered how in the world I knew them all.
Recently on vacation, my mom cranked up her ipod, her self-made compilation blaring, and as I unthinkingly sang along like I always do, Golden Slumbers (Abbey Road) by The Beatles rang out. My mom grinned and told me that it was one of my lullaby’s.
And then it hit me. My parents had played all these incredible albums to help me fall asleep as a baby and a young child. I never knew.
What greater gift could I have been given?
I own every single Beatles album now. It’s the music in me.